Sunday, July 31, 2011

A Post in Which I Talk the Talk and Pray for Rain.

And here is where I'd like to take back all the times as a child I sang, "Rain, rain, go away. Come again another day . . ." Because the "another day", as mentioned previously, has come and is waaaaaaay overdue.

Here in rural east Texas, we are a hurtin' for rain, ya'll.

(Practicin' my southern accent. How am I doing?)

And we look to the skies quite often hopin' for 'nuff raindrops to get a right, good drenchin'.

(Better? Too much? I am a bit self conscious yet . . . I am thinking a little bit goes a long way when it comes from the mouth of a native northerner. And thus ends any and all impressions for the day. You are welcome.)

The other day we had a downpour that lasted approximately 92 seconds. It rained hard. But for only 92 seconds. Alas, it didn't even get through three of the 17 layers of dirt on our truck.

Sigh . . . Lord, please send the rain!

I took a picture the other day, of the lovely Texan sky seen right outside the ranch where we are temporarily staying. But Blogger is being a Booger and not letting me post any pictures. You'll have to use your imagination. Here's a bit of help: It looked dark enough that I thought it would rain. A lot. With Lightening and big booms of thunder.

And then the skies promptly and without warning cleared up. Dangnabit.

It's okay, I know Who tells the tide where to stop on the shore, so I am confident that He has this whole not-enough-rain-to-float-a-tick situation under His watchful eye too.

(The following poem was introduced to me by BooMama. Thanks!)

We search the starlit Milky Way,
A million worlds in rhythmic sway,
Yet in our blindness some will say,
“There is no God controlling!”

But as I grope from sphere to sphere,
New wonders crowd the eye, the ear,
And faith grows firmer every year:
“My God is there, controlling!”

We probe the atoms for their cause,
Explore the earth for nature’s laws,
Yet seldom in our searching pause
To think of God controlling.

Each flash of fact from out the night,
Each burst of truth upon my sight
That quickens awe or adds delight,
Reveals my God controlling.

Verse of the Day

Hey there!

I recognize that all my blessings come from my Heavenly Father. I want to be sure to give Him joyful praise for who He is.
On this journey with me:
The Cruise Director (16),
The Affectionate One (14) and Whirling Dervish (13). That's right, all teenagers. Chocolate, prayers and lots of cherry coke appreciated.

Remember:

Power concedes nothing without a demand. It never did and it never will. Find out just what any people will quietly submit to and you have the exact measure of the injustice and wrong which will be imposed on them, and these will continue till they have been resisted with either words or blows, or with both. The limits of tyrants are prescribed by the endurance of those whom they suppress. --Frederick Douglass

Men, whether great or small, are still but men, and men are dust. To trust in the many is folly, to rely upon the eminent few is madness; to depend upon the Lord alone is the only sanity.